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Text in italic that are not BOLD, are thoughts.
Grand Reopening 3
Page One
Ten years ever since the closing of my pizzeria. Well, at least I still have them. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I ever lost my friends. But yeah, these shadows and phantoms have been getting more deadlier. They're actually hitting me at my own house now. Last week, the television was thrown at me. Hopefully, these guys don't ever attack me when those girls ever want to 'use' me.
Honestly, it's not even consensual anymore. Whenever they want to do it, they literally force me. Oh well, reproduction is reproduction. It's been a long time since I've actually seen Leo, yeah, we still hang out. He still seems pretty shaken up from what happened last night...
Frank's Plaza – 7:50 PM
A man in his thirties exited the car with another man who seemed to be in his thirties as well. Their shoes clicked on the floor, they simply ignored it. "Pick up your feet, little shit." Mike hissed, Leo obeyed. "Look, trust me, the party will be awesome!" Leo exclaimed, Mike rolled his eyes. "I doubt it."
They both went upstairs, opening Leo's door. "What?" Nobody was there, the table was flipped over. Soda and beer bottles were scattered across the carpet. "Holy shit, Leo." Mike joked, elbowing him in the arm. "But..." Leo sputtered like a dying putt-putt. His train of thought was cut off by rapid movement of the table. "What the fuck...?" Mike backed away, along with Leo.
A shadow bear appeared in the room. "We're back." It croaked before pushing the table towards them. "Shit! Jump!" Leo exclaimed, they both jumped off the balcony, hitting the hard cement. "Ah, fuck!" Mike screamed in pain, Leo immediately got up. "We have to go!" They both ran towards the car as the shadow bear threw anything it could find at them. They both entered the car, immediately driving off.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria - 1987
Jeremy Fitzgerald, a man in his twenties always hated his job. The pay seemed to decrease every week. But, he was still here. He kept track of how long he'd been with the Fazbear gang. A month. Fending off demonic animatronics was no easy task for Jeremy. But as weeks passed, they seemed to become more dormant. This made him curious and he decided to explore.
Jeremy looked to see if Foxy was anywhere, he hated that fox. Always wasting his batteries. He also hated that little balloon shit. Once he entered the office, the flashlight became disabled. Luckily for Jeremy, it was already six in the morning. But still, he hated that little shit. These robots always got Jeremy pissed, he wished he could punch them. But, they're made of hard material and he would get fired for that.
He entered the Prize Corner, hearing the music box go off. "The Grandfather's Clock..." He sighed deeply, listening to the sweet tune. But, Jeremy came here for a reason. He pulled out a screw-driver and went straight to work. It only took a few minutes, scrapping parts, a lot of twisting. But, Jeremy finished it. "No more worrying about you anymore..." Jeremy joked as he exited the room.
He immediately stopped when he saw the face-less bunny in front of him. "Oh shit..." Jeremy ran as the bunny chased him. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He saw the bear pop out from the corner. "Hey there, little rascal!"
"Nope!" Jeremy side-stepped, evading the bear. He entered the show-stage, seeing the toy-counterparts. Toy Bonnie turned her head slightly to the left to face the night-guard. "Where are you going?" She spoke.
"To Nopeville!" Jeremy replied before bumping into a man.
The night-guard shook his head and rubbed his eyes. His vision cleared up and he saw who it was. "Jeremy, we have to go!" The man grabbed Jeremy's hand and ran, practically dragging Jeremy along with him. "Who are you?" Jeremy asked, the man didn't reply.
He turned around to see Old Chica, who was chasing them both. "They're gaining!" Jeremy shouted, the man ignored him. They entered the Parts and Service room and locked the door.
"That won't stop them," said Jeremy. The man panted.
"Jeremy, listen... there's not that much time to explain!" Mike turned around, seeing the door shake.
"But, I'm here to stop the death of the children!"
"What?" Jeremy was confused. The door flew to the wall as the old animatronics entered. "Ready or not, here we come!" exclaimed Freddy.
Three weeks before meeting Mike Schmidt...
Jeremy sighed deeply. He truly hated his job. Sometimes he felt like banging his head on the table whenever he ran out of power. But, no. He was already stupid enough.
"Great, another night." He muttered as he opened his laptop, revealing the security camera map and its feed. He clicked on the camera at the very top, revealing the toy-counterparts. "Everyone is in their proper place I see..."
Jeremy's job was to watch animatronics. He thought it was going to be easy, but then he realized the robots weren't what he thought they were. The way they looked... the night-guard shivered at their appearance. He'd never thought he was going to have FEMALE animatronics, but oh well.
"You'll be fine they said, it'll be okay they said." He mocked his manager, Mr. Perez. "Never wanted this fucking job." Jeremy grumbled. The night-guard clicked on Prize Corner and remotely winded the music box. It was barely his fourth night and it looked like someone had tampered with the box. Great, more pressure Jeremy thought.
He checked on the Parts and Service room, luckily, Bonnie was still there with Freddy and Chica. After Bonnie lost his face, Jeremy didn't even want to look at him. It gave him nightmares. Bonnie's toy-counterpart was much more better in his opinion.
The night-guard monitored the animatronics for two hours straight. He lowered the monitor and saw Foxy, getting ready to jump. "Nice try, Foxy." Jeremy flashed Foxy off with his flashlight, he then checked the right vent, Toy Bonnie was there.
"Oh, hey!" Jeremy exclaimed, Toy Bonnie entered the office, smiling. The night-guard checked the left vent, seeing Balloon Boy. It was quite obvious who were Jeremy's friends and who were not. Sure, he sometimes hated BB for what he had done. But, over the nights, he became friends with the balloon kid.
"How are you?" Toy Bonnie asked happily, sitting on the wooden desk. Jeremy was afraid that Bonnie's toy-counterpart was going to make the table snap in half. Balloon Boy laughed and gave Jeremy a balloon.
"Thanks." Jeremy tied the balloon to the chair. "Well, I've been good, busy dodging the old animatronics. Have you seen Toy Freddy? I need to speak to him."
"Freddy? Yeah, he's at the show stage. Why?" Toy Bonnie slightly tilted her head to the right.
"Stuff." Jeremy replied before grabbing the mask and the flashlight. The night-guard ran off. Toy Bonnie stared at the running night-guard.
"He sure is a freaky one, huh?" She asked Balloon Boy. The boy just simply laughed. "You never talk. All you can say is 'Hi' and 'Hello' when will you say something else?"
"Hi!" Balloon Boy replied. Toy Bonnie face-palmed.
Jeremy panted as he reached the show stage. Toy Freddy stood still, acting like a robot. Well, he is a robot... the night-guard thought. He approached the plastic bear. "Uh... Freddy?" Jeremy climbed on top of the show stage and poked Toy Freddy's arm.
"What?" Toy Freddy spoke in his British voice. Jeremy always mocked him because of his voice. The plastic bear looked down to face the night-guard.
"Hey! I was wondering... if you could..." Jeremy's voice trailed off as he twiddled with his thumbs.
"Could I what?" Toy Freddy asked. Jeremy snickered a bit.
"Nothing, Mr. Classy!" Jeremy then died of laughter, he started to roll on the floor. Toy Freddy walked off the show stage as Jeremy fell to the floor. Toy Chica activated and saw the laughing Jeremy. It made her smile for some reason. The plastic bird happily skipped away.
Jeremy got back up, wiping away a tear from laughing so hard. "Good joke..." He mumbled. The night-guard always loved playing around with Toy Freddy. To him, it was funny how the plastic bear hardly even laughs. Jeremy returned to the office.
His eyes widened when he heard Pop Goes The Weasel. "Bonnie! Throw me the monitor!" Jeremy yelled. He could hear the tune get louder. Toy Bonnie threw the monitor towards Jeremy, who barely caught it. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Jeremy switched to the Prize Corner camera. "Wind! Wi-" His sentence was cut off by the Marionette. The puppet roared, knocking the monitor out of Jeremy's hands.
Jeremy kicked the puppet off and grabbed the monitor. "Good night." Jeremy winded the music box causing the puppet to fall asleep. "Holy shit..." The night-guard panted as he entered his office. "Never... letting... the puppet... escape..." Jeremy collapsed to the ground.
Balloon Boy laughed. Toy Bonnie ignored the taunting laugh and approached the sleeping night-guard. Toy Freddy pushed Toy Bonnie out of the way and picked Jeremy up, placing him on the cozy chair. "Let him rest." The plastic bear commanded. Toy Bonnie ran back to the show stage, Balloon Boy went back to the game area. Toy Freddy stared at Jeremy for a few seconds before running off.
Jeremy woke up due to a sound of ringing bells. "Huh...? What...?" He looked around, his eyes half open. The night-guard attempted to stand up, only to fall to the ground. The sound of children cheering echoed throughout the halls. Jeremy picked up his cap and placed it back on his head, hiding his curly hair.
Mr. Perez entered the pizzeria with Israel behind him. "Hey, Israel." Jeremy greeted the purple man behind Mr. Perez, Israel ignored the night-guard.
"You get paid tomorrow, final night." Mr. Perez then walked off.
"He never talks to me." Jeremy exited the pizzeria.
The Godzilla Plaza - "Fan of Godzilla? Live here!"
Mike yawned as he stabbed his fork into the omelet. Freida entered the living room. "Hey, Mike." Mike flinched at Freida's words.
"Don't scare me like that. You know Chica can't see me eating this..." Mike replied, Freida chuckled. The female bear sat next to Mike.
"You're not sad that your pizzeria was closed?" Freida asked, Mike shook his head as he took a big bite out of the omelet. The beaten eggs with the warm cheese, Mike savored the taste.
"You really like those eggs don't you?" Freida joked. Mike stopped chewing.
"Shut up." He muttered before he went back to eating his breakfast. Freida giggled.
"Remember that night we had in the supply closet?" The female bear reminded Mike. Mike nodded as he swallowed.
"I still remember. The way you screamed my name." Mike joked, Freida playfully punched him in the back. "Just payback, babe."
Freida got on Mike's lap and went to sleep. "Sleeping Beauty..." The former night-guard joked as he continued to eat his omelet.
Fredbear's Family Diner – 10:50 AM
Alex Wayford, former writer of Weasel News, entered the abandoned diner. "My father's work... ruined..." He saw the rotting Fredbear lie against the wall. He approached the deactivated golden bear.
"Don't worry, my golden one. You'll soon bring havoc to the ones who deactivated you." Alex went off to find the generator room. "I'll go kill him. For he does not who the real puppet was..." Alex cackled as his form changed.
He was no longer human. He was something slender. He was a puppet. Tangled in strings.
"But now I'm free," The Marionette spoke. "There are no strings on me."
